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Tobio is a simple errand boy in the supernatural world. To outsiders, he's a delivery man who lives from pay check to pay check, yet in truth he's risking his life each time to gather and get ingredients and items for his employers.
Not a lot knows, he doesn't care.
What can he say? He's that good in securing the good stuff. He can tell if it's the real deal—if a trader is scamming, if a local is bullshitting. Sometimes he thinks that perhaps he's a supernatural being as well. There's just no name for his magical abilities. Though it can be figured out in the near future.
Right now, he wants to save enough money to buy a new place in the city. There, he can find better—richer—clients while living comfortably. Unlike currently, in his shabby one story apartment of thin walls and squeaky floors. He didn't mind those before though he's been growing annoyed about it recently.
One of his loyal employers had tasked him for a particular flower. The kind that only grows in certain places, and fetches a high price in the market. Tobio didn't have a problem with the task.
He managed to get what he needs, no problem. Then he travels back to deliver it to his employer.
"Oikawa-san?"
His employer lives in a penthouse. For several reasons, he likes meeting and doing their business here. One reason is that he's a supernatural being.
There's a shelf filled with potion bottles, some are new and some have been used. Hearing no answer from Tooru, Tobio saunters to the other side of the room to look at the shelf which is fully displayed.
For humans, Tooru would say it's only for show. But years of working for him only reveals to Tobio that it's the exact opposite. The potions are very real, and he's learned quickly to not touch.
A new clay pot catches his eyes. This is new. He reluctantly peers over the clay pot, blinking, spotting crushed herbs that smelled--
"Tobio-chan!"
The said male flinches upon being caught. He nearly knocks the clay pot and other potion bottles over. Luckily, the shelf only rattles and nothing else is damaged. He placed a hand over his chest in relief.
"I've warned you about these." Tooru, the employer, is by Tobio's side the next moment. He pushes the younger by the shoulder, touch gentle and careful, away from the shelf.
"Sorry, Oikawa-san..."
Tooru takes a breath, looking over at his creations. Like he's waiting for something to happen. Then, he gasps, picking up the clay pot that Tobio was curious about earlier.
"I-Is something wrong?" Tobio gulps. He's ready to say a bunch of excuses. If he messed up, the reward for the task he just finished would reduce. That's an outcome he wants to avoid.
"Tobio-chan..." Slowly, Tooru puts the clay pot back on the shelf. There's a hint of worry in his eyes when he turns to Tobio. "How are you feeling right now?"
"Uh—" He scratches his head in thought. Is this a trick question of sorts? "I'm fine, but—"
"Okay, so this'll take effect later than I thought." Tooru cuts him off, talking to himself, holding his chin.
Tobio is unsure of how to feel when his employer looks at him with such eyes. As if he was being analyzed, observed. "O-Oikawa-san?"
He breathes again, taking a step back before heading to somewhere else in the room. "What you just smelled is a new creation of mine. It's not complete yet, though the effects are... weird."
"How weird?"
But Tooru doesn't answer the question directly. "How sexually active are you, Tobio-chan?" He knows that this is a particular topic that an employer and their employee don't usually talk about. Yet he still has the courage to ask, now looking back at the other to see his flustered expression.
"Recently..." Tobio is reluctant in answering, lips quivering, a warmth creeping from his neck up to his face. "Not much. Ahem. Why do you ask?" He clears his throat awkwardly.
"Well..." Tooru stands with hands on his hips, finding the right words to say. "To put this simply, the effect is the increase of your sex drive."
"Wha—"
"It should happen in a few hours or tomorrow." Tooru doesn't let the younger question or react properly.
Tobio checks the time on his watch, gulping. There's still about ten hours before the day ends.
"Even if you're satisfied, the effect will last for half a day. Or at least that's the maximum time."
Now Tobio only wants the ground to swallow him whole. Fuck. He needs to be alone until tomorrow, he decides, because he doesn't want to spend anything. He thinks he can handle being horny for that long.
"There's no, uh, antidote or anything?" Tobio asks, to be sure. He honestly doesn't want to go through this.
Tooru runs a hand through his hair. He takes a moment to respond, biting the inside of his cheek. "I've not worked on one yet, because I'm missing an ingredient."
The gears in Tobio's head are still functioning properly amidst his slight disbelief in the situation and the overwhelming feeling of denial. "The flower?" He gulps, gesturing towards the package he needed to deliver. I'm so fucked.
"Yes. The antidote needs at least a whole day before using."
"You're the worst sorcerer I've met, Oikawa-san."
Tobio dumps the package he had been careful of all this time on an empty table. He pinches the bridge of his nose, not even trying to hide his upset, thinking of ways to handle the whole ordeal on his own.
"Geh!" Tooru comically reacts, feigning offense, a hand on his chest. "You don't even know other sorcerers besides me!"
"I just know they're better, then."
"Psh."
This is all an accident. It's not like Tooru wanted mere mortals to intake the things he makes, nor did Tobio mean to be affected.
"I'd offer my help..." Tooru began slowly and experimentally, watching as Tobio's eyes go wide and a blush appears on his skin up to the tips of his ears.
"N-No thanks!" Tobio coughs, shifting his gaze away. He didn't mean to sound so disgusted by the idea. But he can't do it. Not with Tooru, at least. He's his employer, and asking for that huge of a favor is something else.
"Yeah. I thought so."
"But... If you really want to help, I'd like to ask double for my reward."
This is Tobio's chance to milk Tooru of his money. The sorcerer is quite rich (see: the penthouse and the essentials he needs to practice his magic) and perhaps he'll be willing to give more if he truly is guilty.
"Fine." Tooru snaps his fingers to prove his acceptance. "For your troubles, Tobio-chan."
Tobio pulls on the strands of hair on his forehead, clenching his teeth. He's clearly not looking forward to experiencing the effects of smelling those herbs.
The two do their needed business. Apologies and insults are exchanged, shameless. At this point, the professional relationship they wanted to keep is not the same as before.
But before Tobio leaves to isolate himself at his home, he takes one look at Tooru and asks, "Why did you make something like that, by the way?"
"Oh." There's a sly tilt of Tooru's lips as he winks. "There's someone I wanted to test it on. For revenge."
"I see." There's no point in knowing more than that, so Tobio doesn't ask any further. He takes his leave and hurries to head back to his place.
Except he doesn't remember getting home.
One moment, he's buying milk from a vending machine near the station. He needed to calm down and he thought that the taste of his all time favorite beverage would help. The next, he's sitting on a cushioned chair with his wrists tied back. He's feeling a tad bit sore.
The first thing he notices while pulling on his restraints is darkness of the room. Light comes from the window, but the curtains are thick and dark. A sort of herbal scent is in the air which reminds him of Tooru. Just a bit.
Yet there's no way Tooru would do this to him.
"Finally awake?" Unfamiliar, the voice is, it's groggy yet filled with relief.
Tobio follows the sound. He finds a woman in the room with him. She lays on the bed, covers messily thrown to one side and the pillows stacked.
She fully sits up on the bed. Her hair is messy, though she effortlessly combs and gathers it into a quick bun. "I'm assuming that's a yes," she speaks again.
It takes a moment for Tobio to find his voice again. "Who are you? And where am I?"
"I'm Y/N." The woman easily gives her name, getting out of bed whilst stretching her arms. There's no sense of urgency in her actions. "You're in my house."
The answer shocks Tobio, of course. He blinks and looks down on his body. He's not hurt. There's no reason why this is happening to him. Maybe this woman got the wrong guy.
"Is that all you can ask?" Y/N muses with a hum, approaching Tobio.
"Uh..." For reasons unknown to him, Tobio feels like his senses have been enhanced. He can smell the sage from Y/N. Even though it's dim in the room, he can make out the shape of her face very well and the way her dress falls on her body.
"Come on, think!" She then snaps her fingers in front of Tobio's face, seemingly impatient. She puts a hand on her hip and sighs. "Looks like the drug was too strong. Or are you simply too dumb?"
Obviously, Tobio takes offense. "Hey!" He growls in defense.
"Kidding, love, just kidding." The way she laughs is unexpected. Her head is thrown back and a hand rests on her chest.
The endearment makes Tobio's heart squeeze.
Y/N finds her composure quickly. "Anyway, you're supposed to be here for only a couple of more hours." She shifts her attention to a clock on the wall, taking note of the time ticking.
"... Why?"
"Hm? Because you're only bait."
That did not make sense for Tobio. If anything, it merely adds more to his confusion.
"Enough about me!" Y/N is quick to switch topics. Her arms cross over her torso in confidence. "How about you, Tobio? How are you feeling, sitting over there?"
Tobio is at a loss for words. This is too much for him.
"Come on!" Y/N snaps her fingers yet again, as if it would help with anything. "At least be useful while we wait. Didn't you take some magical drug not long ago?"
The question makes Tobio recall of the previous interaction he had with Tooru. There was a clay pot, he took a whiff of the odd contents, and he's basically put under some sort of spell because of it. His eyes widened in realization, and he looks at the clock again to tally the time.
If his math is correct, he should be experiencing the side effects of the spell now.
"How do you know?" The question comes from his mouth before he even had time to think. He looks at the woman with furrowed eyebrows, attempting to analyze and recognize her.
But she's honestly a stranger to him.
Y/N hums, holding her chin in between her fingers, deep in thought. "Let's just say I want to get back at someone. And you're helping me with it, okay? So be a good boy and stay put."
Tobio would have yelled out his confusion and anger, yet the words are caught his throat at the last statement. Good boy. It makes his stomach churn.
Whoever the woman is, she's no one normal. That's for sure. Tobio can tell with the amount of time he's spent with his supernatural employers—a sorcerer, assassin, knight. It's the somewhat ethereal vibe Y/N gives off.
He simply can't pinpoint what she is exactly.
She doesn't say anything else and walks away to another side of the room. There's plenty of plants and greenery inside, yet somehow it doesn't smell like a garden. A door that probably leads to a more public room is open, welcoming a somewhat fresher air and artificial light. This is quite a contrast to Tooru's penthouse; full of windows and expensive looking furniture.
Tobio stays put just as he was told. Even if he wants to escape, he can't.
He does the only thing he can: wait.
Wait for the stupid powder to take effect.
As he waits, he leans more into his chair to somehow relax. There's no way he can sleep this off. Not while he's like this, in the house of a stranger.
A sweet, woody aroma then reaches Tobio's nose. He traces the smell to where Y/N is standing, back facing him, hands busy with tools that Tobio doesn't bother to recognize. Y/N's figure is what catches his attention; dainty because of her height, hidden because of the dress that falls flat just below her thighs.
"Smell that, do you?"? He was too into his thoughts he didn't realize he was being spoken to. "It's burnt cinnamon. It helps me relax."
He doesn't know why he needs to know this.
"You're really quiet." Y/N then sighs, finally looking at her hostage with a swift pivot of her feet. "I mean, I knew that. I've been watching you. So I often wonder what's it like to, you know, make you babble."
"Watching me?"
"Yes. You work for some of my friends. I've seen you, Tobio."
He raises a brow in question. He still doesn't know what that means for him.
"Well, you probably don't care." She shrugs her shoulders. And her footsteps are light as she walks back up to him again, arms crossed while she ones up his seated and restrained figure. "By the way, I'm doing you a favor with the burnt cinnamon."
"How?"
Does she know the effects of Tooru's stupid herbs?
"It increases the effect of the magical powder you saw before."
"Hah?!" Tobio leans forward in disbelief, his voice raising in surprise. He doesn't miss the quirk of Y/N's brow, looking absolutely amused. "H-How is that helping?!"
"So you can get it over with." Y/N states in a knowing tone. "You're obviously planning to wait it out while you're here."
"Well—" Tobio gulps, slumping on his chair in defeat. "It's not like I have a choice."
His face burns. Perhaps this is it, or he's embarrassed, or the anger in him is piling up. He imagines being at home, on his bed, easily finding release by himself with his hands. Or with a toy. He would do so until he passes out, probably, and he's back to normal.
The cold touch that brings his attention up sends shivers on his skin. He peeks down at the hand that is in contact with his chin, his skin, and the eyes looking down on him is suddenly enticing.
He gulps, goosebumps on his skin.
"Why... are you doing this?"
"Because Oikawa-san seems to be fond of you, Tobio-chan~" she has the audacity to sing. Her eyes widened in realization. "Oops. Now I've revealed my true colors to you."
"Are you a sorceress?"
"No, love." Her smile is genuine and sweet, yet she manages to look so wicked. "I'm a witch."
"A—"
"Ssh, pretty." Y/N's finger moves from under Tobio's chin to his lips, effectively shutting him up quickly. "No need to repeat it. I know what I am."
Somehow, Tobio sees a flash of hurt in her eyes. Then it's gone, replaced with mischief.
"I wanted to see you lose some composure, but you're quite good at this." She then points out while bringing her arm back to her side.
Tobio almost misses her touch, albeit cold against him.
"Shall I..." Head tilted, she takes a step closer to him. Tobio expectantly looks up at her, finding their positions oddly tempting. "Offer my help?"
As if his senses were heightened again, the scent of sage from Y/N is stronger. And he can hear his heartbeat ring in his ears, like an alarm, signaling him of something. And he gulps again, taking a deep breath, looking down. "No."
"No?" Even without looking, he can tell she's smiling. "Last chance, darling, and you'll have to beg if you change your mind."
Cold hands on him, his face, neck, skin, anywhere. The mental image of him and the stranger together is sinful. And he knows it's the reason why his face burns. But he's too stubborn to admit want.
Hearing no response, Y/N takes a step away. "Suit yourself, Tobio-chan."
Her somewhat singing tone makes Tobio sigh. He's really going to make Tooru pay for this one more time.
Basing the time displayed on the clock, Tobio has a couple of hours before he's back to normal. It shouldn't be that long.
But it is.
With closed eyes, he attempts to think of... pure thoughts. Bright sunny skies, vast oceans, the small coffee shop he frequents, a vending machine. Anything and everything that could calm his nerves. He's doing fine, really, until he focuses on the scent of plants and burnt cinnamon.
It first reminds him of Tooru, his employer. He's the reason why Tobio is in this situation. Though, he did offer to help. What would have happened if he said yes? Would he follow through Tobio's wishes? Or do whatever he pleased?
He visualizes long, slender hands caressing his face. Looking down—or up—at him while knowing all the right places to touch. His chest, his thighs, leaving marks. He'd hear dirty words whispered in his ears, or perhaps praises, maybe an insult here and there.
The smell makes him delirious. He knows he shouldn't think of Tooru this way.
"Look who's having a hard time now."
Tobio's eyes snap open, eyes zeroing on Y/N's playful expression. Since when did he have his eyes closed?
She lays her chin on her open palm, blinking innocently. "You're really going through it." Her eyes are on him, then slowly it travels down to his body.
Shame flows in Kageyama's face via a blush. He squirms slightly on his seat when he finds that Y/N is staring right at the bulge in his pants.
"Apologies, Tobio-chan," she utters while batting her eyes at him again, "But I'm a witch of my word."
The nickname sounding from Y/N's lips does something to Tobio. His stomach backflips at the tone, finding the mockery rather enticing.
He grits his teeth, refusing to back down.
So much for calming thoughts. He's back to square one now.
"No..." He shakes his head, only then realizing the sound of his own voice. He's slightly out of breath, hoarse.
"Okay." Y/N drawls out the single word. The corner of her lips stretch up into a smirk that she doesn't even try to hide. As if she just knows he'll change his mind. "Remember, all you have to do is beg," she reminds before walking backwards to the bed.
She flops easily on the soft sheets, bouncing as she does. That simple action makes Tobio's delirious mind filled with so many scenarios again.
Him writhing underneath her, gasping at the way she rides and clenches around him teasingly. Him gripping her hips until bruises form, and she digs her nails on his skin until it leaves marks. She'd be vocal about her wants, and he'd gladly obey.
Even if he's only known her for a very short amount of time—an hour or two at most—he can gauge what she's like.
She and Tooru may be different, but she's here. Only a few steps away, only a beg away, the chains leaving him no choice but to stay put and his pride unable to be tamed.
"Hah..." He takes a shuddering breath, jerking his head to the side to flick his hair away from his sticky forehead. "Hey... Witch."
Y/N seems to not have looked away from Tobio. "Ah-ah." She shakes her head in disapproval, crossing a leg over the other. "That's offensive, I've already given my name."
Tobio's body feels hot. In such a way that he can jump into a pool of ice.
"You're really stubborn." She clicks her tongue, clearly disappointed at the man.
He gulps, noting the dryness in his throat just now. "I-I'm..." He attempts to form words, "Can't... No more. Please..."
"No, Tobio-chan." Y/N waves a finger in front of her as she responds. "I said beg. And with the stunt you just pulled, you have to be very convincing." She stands her ground without batting an eye. She's clearly showing off her authority.
Well, she's not the one restrained, is she?
Tobio groans, already itching to be touched. Somewhere, anywhere.
"Y/N, please..." He huffs, eyes already half lidded. "I can't… anymore… I need…”
She stands up, stepping closer to him once more but keeping a reasonable amount of space between them. Bending slightly to meet his gaze, she smirks, “You call that begging? You should be on your knees.”
The low, sensual sound of her voice is enough for Tobio to squirm again, spreading his legs to give attention to the strain in his pants. Sweat trickles on the sides of his face, and his clothes begin to feel suffocating.
The sight nearly makes Y/N’s resolve break.
Heat pools in his stomach, like he’s going to combust if he doesn’t get touched and find release. “I’ll do what you want…” He manages between deep breaths, chest rising and falling, mouth open.
“But I don’t need you to do anything.”
That’s right. Tobio is only needed as bait. There’s nothing else he can do or offer.
“All I want…” Y/N speaks in a slow manner, for suspense, clearly finding entertainment at the state of her hostage. “Is for you to beg.” She lifts a finger at him, teasingly pointing near his face. “Simple, right? You’re almost there.” She muses at the way he trembles in place.
“I’ll—I’ll do it.” He closes his eyes, attempting to control his breathing. But his body hurts. He wants to be touched so bad, he wants to take his clothes off, he wants to feel good.
She raises a brow, pulling back from him in anticipation. “I’m all ears.”
“Do what you want with me, just…” He sighs, rolling his head and gazing at Y/N in desperation. “Just touch me. Fuck. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, I swear.”
“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” She’s wicked, her and her smile and the way she easily leans over him again with a knowing glint in her eyes. “Now if you want me to touch you, love, you need to keep begging.”
Why is it so hard to please this witch?
Lifting his chin up with a finger, she nods at him, “Okay?”
“Yes. Yes, okay.” Tobio relents, adjusting his position, groaning at the way he can barely move his tied wrists.
“Hm…” Y/N let’s go, only to trail her hand down the other’s chest. She marvels at how her light touch makes him groan and heave, smirking when his eyes close. Seeing how pliant he is under her touch is empowering.
Then she reaches the waistband of his pants, stopping right there.
Clearly, Tobio is now enjoying the attention. Yet he wanted more. “W-Why’d you stop?” He chokes out in disappointment.
She lifts her brows, playing with the waistband. “Did you want me to touch you here, Tobio-chan?”
“Please. Yes, yes.” He sighs, forgetting himself, eyes looking down in anticipation. Just a bit more and he’ll find relief.
She doesn’t pull the pants down yet. Instead she palms the fabric over his skin, feeling the shape of his dick. “Here?”
“Yes, Y/N. Fuck.” He whines, now impatient. “Take it off, I want it off.”
“So impatient.” She clicks her tongue before pulling back, receiving a look of betrayal from the other. She turns her back on him, then snaps her fingers. “Let’s take this to the bed.”
On cue, the sound of the restraints falling off rings in Tobio’s ears. His face light ups as he brings his arms forward, only to groan when his wrists are still bound. “What—“
“Thought I’d give you the chance to touch yourself?”
She clearly still wants control. Tobio heaves a sigh and shakily stands up, waddling to the bed and hissing every step he takes while doing so.
“How cute.” Y/N muses, taking the other’s arm and forcing his back on the mattress. She sits herself in front of him, being sure to be comfortable enough.
“Just—ah…” He’s about to complain but then Y/N forcefully tugs his pants and briefs down with a few quick moves of her hands. His dick stands upon being out of its confinements.
Being in such a position makes Tobio feel shy. Especially because of Y/N staring at him—like she’d gladly eat him whole—and it makes him twitch in anticipation.
“Hurry u—aah” He bends his knees up automatically and covers his face with his arms at the unbelievable sound that he hears. He sounds so lewd. It almost disgusts him to be this sensitive.
Y/N has only wrapped a hand on Tobio’s base lightly, gentle, treating him like an experiment of sorts. And she blows on the tip, earning another whine from him which makes her laugh.
“You want this?”
“Yeah.” He moves his hips to feel some friction, hissing because it feels so good. The chain on his wrists rattle each move he makes. “Please, please, touch me more.”
“Don’t stop talking, then.”
Then she begins to pump her hand, swiping the pre-cum that eventually came out from the tip. The whines and sounds of pleasure that came from Tobio encourages her to go further, faster, eyes flickering up at the human and smirking at his expression.
“Y/N, I need—I need more…”
“Tell me what you want, darling.”
“Hah…” He rolls his hips, chasing more friction, surprising the other.
She slows down her hand on him, “Use your words, or I’m stopping.”
From the low intonation of her tone, he knows she’s serious. How can he possible tell her what he wants without feeling embarrassed?
“Five seconds, love.” Y/N let’s go of Tobio. And from his expression, she can tell of his disappointment. “Five. Four. Three—you’re really stubborn—and two…”
“Shit—okay!” Tobio lifts his head to beg, unsatisfied because he hasn’t even released yet. The air is nearly knocked out of him when he gets the full picture of Y/N near his cock, eyes knowingly staring back at him but not doing anything.
“I’m all ears.”
He lays his head back, taking a deep breath. He’s still hot all over. “Mouth. I—I want you to use your mouth.”
Y/N has the urge to kiss his embarrassed pout away. Instead, she adjusts her body to lower her face between his thighs.
Tobio realizes his pants aren’t completely off, so he kicks them away eagerly. It drops on the floor with a sound that cues Y/N to touch him again. He would have taken his shirt off, too—it stuck to him messily now—if he could.
“Hahh…” He marvels at the way she kisses him. On his skin, specifically his inner thighs. He doesn’t mean to squeeze her head with them, gaping. “Nngg… S-Sorry.” He peeks below, shocked at the darkened look that has overtaken Y/N’s face.
And it goes straight to his dick.
Y/N puts a palm on Tobio’s leg, pushing lightly to make space so she can move higher towards the most sensitive part of him at the moment. “I don’t hear you, Tobio.”
He clenches his jaw, willing himself to think of something. “Please—take me already.” He utters, heavily breathing still.
After a few more kisses on his skin, she finally reaches his twitching dick. Without a word, not even a warning, she opens her mouth to lick halfway up to the tip.
“Wha—stop teasing!”
“Not sorry. It’s cute when you whine.”
The witch is probably putting a curse on me, Tobio has half the mind to think. He should not be thinking of how he likes the way she praises him.
Then she’s—finally—opening her mouth again to put it to good use. To actually take Tobio’s cock in it, licking the tip before proceeding to take even more of him.
Tobio is unable to stop himself from bucking his hips. He can probably get addicted to this feeling, of her mouth around his cock, warm and wet and still hard. The restraints on him are ever present, though, a great—awful—reminder that he can’t do anything with his hands.
Not to touch himself, or to grip the sheets, or to tug Y/N’s hair, or to hold her head and beg for her to go faster.
He feels a build up in him once more. “Close… More…” He breathes, hastily pushing his already wet hair away from his also sticky forehead.
Being filled with Tobio’s dick, Y/N is unable to talk. Her movements are not quiet, though. She sucks him off while making sure she’s making sounds as well.
It mixes along with Tobio’s moans and whines.
“More—right there! I’m almost… Almost…”
Finally, for what feels like forever, Tobio is relieved. He cums with a loud grunt, chest heaving, arms still above his head. It’s embarrassing for him to cum that soon.
It’s quite the sight.
Mouth agape, Y/N pulls her mouth away. She allows some of the warm liquid to drip past her lips, forcibly swallowing the rest. She gradually gets off the bed to grab some tissues, gently wiping her face and sighing.
“Feeling better, darling?”
“Y-Yeah… Kinda.” Tobio wills himself to sit up, leaning on the bedframe. He’s still catching his breath, satisfied with his release but…
Y/N can tell he isn’t completely spent yet.
“Um…” He looks down, a mixture of shame and pleasure all over his face as he sees that he’s still half hard.
“Stupid Oikawa-san.” Y/N growls, crumpling the tissues and dumping them in a bin. “Can’t finish it yourself?” She asks the human, massaging her neck slowly.
“I want…” Tobio sighs, sighing in disbelief. “I—I want you to finish it.”
He thinks that the witch would decline, to harshly turn him down and leave him. But, to his surprise, a smirk comes up her face.
“Oh?” She goes back to bed, as if not wanting to waste any time, crawling on all fours to reach and somewhat cage him with her petite build. “You know what I want, then.”
“P-Please, Y/N. I’ll beg.”
“You should be on your knees.”
“Take these off.” He shakes the restraints pointedly. “And I’ll… I’ll do it.”
She sits on his stomach, ignoring the damp feeling of cloth on her thighs. “Don’t make me regret this.”
(It’s hours later when Tooru arrives at the location he had figured out on his own. He shouldn’t have left the young human to his own devices, now guilt crawls in his heart for what could have happened to him.
Really, Tooru can’t even imagine the consequences Tobio is facing right now.
“He shouldn’t even know we exist…” The brunet sighs, stopping right in front of a decent looking apartment which is way too far from his own penthouse. He looks up at the exterior, finding nothing out of the ordinary.
“But Kuroo-chan says the map should be right.” He looks down on the parchment within his grasp, double checking the path he followed.
Shaking his head, he wills all his reluctance and doubt away. There’s no time for that. An innocent human just got wind in something he shouldn’t have, and it’s Tooru’s responsibility to do something about it.
Or whatever the heck Kuroo told him not too long ago while helping him with the map.
He forcefully opens the door with a quick spell, steps light, looking from left to right for any traps that a witch would set up. There’s none.
The inside is more tamed that he thought. As if someone hasn’t been living here long.
Simple furniture, normal looking windows, an air freshener’s scent filling the room. It already tells Tooru a lot.
“Ugh. She’s gone.” He clenches his fist and sighs again, clearly disappointed.
No traces of anything witch related is left. Perhaps she knew Tooru was coming.
“Oikawa-san?”
The voice makes Tooru gasp. “Tobio-chan?” With wide eyes, he takes in the form of the human, checking for any visible injuries. There’s not even a sign of pain.
Tobio is alive and well, it seems. And it looks like he even took a shower not too long ago judging from his damp hair and the towel around his neck.
“Why are you here?”
“To rescue your dumb ass, duh!” Tooru retorts, coming up to the other and holding his shoulder. “You look alright to me. Nothing happened to you? Where’s the witch?”
Tobio flinches at the sudden closeness of him and Tooru. And at the mention of Y/N. “Uh. I-I guess I’m alright. Y/N left about an hour ago.”
His casual answer surprises Tooru even more. “She didn’t do anything to you?!” He lifts a brow, suspicious. “But that woman…”
“Y-Yeah, she kinda did help me.” Tobio bashfully looks away and rubs his nape.
Tooru let’s go of the younger. “Did she… You and her?” He gasps again, dramatic.
Tobio rolls his eyes, not wanting to discuss all the details with the sorcerer. “Something like that. Then she left because she didn’t want you to come find her.”
The brunet blinks, gradually calming down. “Oh.” He takes a step back to make space between them. “Oh. So that’s how it is. She’s just scared of me, after all!” He smugly announces.
“I don’t think that’s true, Oikawa-san.”
“Whatever! I’ll take you back with me now, Tobio-chan.”
He smirks, still carrying that charming and knowing aura. Yet it drops the moment he turns around and leads the way out of the apartment. He knows this isn’t over.
Tobio doesn’t complain, hurriedly following after the sorcerer. “Anyway, I’m demanding for compensation.”
“Hah? What for?”
“For the trouble you put me through! I’ve been stuck here ever since I left your place yesterday!”
“Right, right.” Tooru doesn’t let the human see his expression. He still doesn’t like the fact that Y/N had gotten away. “I’ll pay you, then tell Y/N to never come near you again.”
“… Sure.”
“But you have to tell me how my magic affected you.”
Tooru just had to know how the magic powder that he made to use on Y/N—one of his friends-slash-rival—influenced Tobio. Especially the details about what Y/N did. For blackmail purposes.)